I must add, in fairness, that Randy cleans up after himself and does it very well. I like to say he was raised properly!He is also an excellent fuck, ...the best I‘ve known. Not that I have a lot to compare him to. I confess I asked him a couple of times if he would consider bringing home someone to fuck me.But Randy is very possessive about me: “You’re all mine, and I’m keeping it just like that.”That pleases me on several levels — but, if he should ever change his mind and ask me to fuck someone. Could she do it? She felt a tingling between her legs at the thought.It was worth a try. With her heart pounding, she nodded at the doorman as he opened the door for her and strode confidently through the doors into the spacious hotel lobby. It was beautiful. Marble pillars. Vases of exotic lilies perfuming the air. To the left was the hotel reception desk, so she kept well clear of that. Opposite was the bar, and next to that was the ladies bathroom. She quickly went in there and looked at. I was reading thoughts," Caleb protested.Caleb felt a mental sigh, before the alien explained, in a much put upon tone of thought, "Humans emotions and thoughts are very closely interrelated. Humans are not entirely ruled by emotions, but nearly so. I am working on a theory, about why that is. Whatever the reason, memories are associated with emotion. Your mind is cluttered with information, but to recall a memory, you need an emotional tag attached to it. What was the second class, during the. " I started andbroke down, collapsing to my knees on the floor next to Gary andwept. I hated this. I just hated it. I was scared. My brainwas all messed up. I was having a hard time convincing myselfthat I was not feeling the things I was clearly feeling andthinking. I was a man, male anyway if not completely mature, andnow I couldn't even inject my former self into one of my owndaydreams. God help me, I was having emotional fantasies aboutmy best friend.The longer I remained female the less.